cellini's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- In the foul rag and bone shop of the heart. I re-read Yeats' poem, 'The Circus Animals' Desertion' today. I certainly get the piece more so now than I did when I first read it 10 years ago or whatever it's been. That rhyme structure has always bugged the shit out of me. A,B,A,B,C,D,A,A. It doesn't exactly flow. However, that last line in the final stanza covers for a lot of sins: Those masterful images because complete
The scope base for the Enfield should arrive tomorrow. This weekend we should be able to set it up and put the old girl through her paces at 100 yards. See what this old war rifle can really do. I wish Trish would let me fit a new stock for it, but she wants the vintage WW2 look. Fair enough, it's her rifle. 3:08 pm - January 22, 2008 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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